What is happy?
Is it relief of something bright,
A feeling of accomplishment,
Or just a thought ready to take over the
mind of special thoughts
Sadness ready to take away happiness
of ready feelings
Never to erupt again with a twist of
agony
Happy is never a word ready to be me
Not yet anyway...
-Mar 17'98
A lily is a flower few notice
Velvety purple and every other colour
Thin and feathery the flower is
The wind swifty goes through it
-Apr 22'97
